At times it is hard to tell

which is the shadow

which is the sister

she carrying drinks there

and there and

the shadow in a silent whisper

made as it is not just from light

but from all the might have beens

and could have should have the

shadow, like a first kiss, was often stronger

with the passing than with the presence.

They are twins of a sort.

and at night they blend into

a soft dream of hope

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